The Breeders Market – The Tours and Training Begin: A Sire Chronicles Story

[whthole4u]

The Breeders Market – The Tours and Training Begin: A Sire Chronicles Story – The Mare grunted as the Breeder unloaded his infected cum into the fresh, unused hole. The Market was open, the cum was flowing, and the crystal chandeliers in the large mansion on Embassy Row in Washington, DC, shimmered, as the clink of fine crystal glasses could be heard above the low, steady murmur as the Breeders viewed, inspected, and used the Mares on offer at tonight’s Market. I had not been back to DC since I had left with Dr Mike the previous May for Chicago. Now, it was time for Mid-Atlantic Leather (MAL) and I was back in DC on a cold and blustery January evening for the launch of our Breeders Markets as mentioned in the story - Chapter 3 - The Post Mortem: Punishment Past, Present, and Future (the Breeder Markets) – Uncle Jack Attacks. As host, I was making the rounds of the Market, speaking to each Breeder and ensuring that my staff were prepared to serve as they had been trained. The harness boys were the perfect servers, and we had hired a new class of servant just for this work, our Stable Masters.

The job of the Stable Master was simple. They had to ensure the Mares in their charge were cared for on a daily basis. They made sure they were fed properly, monitored their daily activities, secured the Mares in their rooms at night, and that they were ready to be bred and infected/or infect. For the Market, this included making sure the Mares were washed, blindfolded and in their stalls, with their ass nice and raw and bloody on the inside through the use of fingernails and toothbrushes.

All of my Mares were proud and honored to be there and had gone through much to be selected for this, the first of the new Breeders Markets for the high end stables I had started for Deacon. The Breeders Market was designed in part to punish Uncle Jack’s conspirators, but also to provide a regular forum for those chasing the bug to get what they needed and for anybody who just wanted to breed to have as much used or fresh hole as they wanted. No strings.

The Breeders were a select group, all interviewed and vetted in advance and they fully understood the rules, and costs - costs to their bank account and the cost and risk of what would take place. While we charged a very hefty premium to attend the premier Breeders Market, I’m talking thousands of dollars, the Market was not about money. The Covenant and our AIDs Lords all had plenty of that. It was about the bug – the infection – the thrill and danger. For those who had no money, Lionel and my new Lieutenants in the Southeast of DC who had taken over Uncle jack’s operations had a line of Mares in stocks free, and ready and willing for any dick that wanted to poke them at the Market that would take place tomorrow. Some of our Breeders at tonight’s Market were negative, but loved the thrill of just fucking raw regardless of the bottom’ status. Some of the Breeders were chasers, and for those who wished we helped prep their dick’s, making them bleed with a few cuts and such, to increase their infection risk. Some were already positive, but loved the idea of breeding anytime, anyplace, any way they could. The rest, well the rest were the real nasty ones, dicks with open sores, dripping with gonorrhea, full of HEP and more, the Breeders who, due to their other infections, may have difficulty finding someone. All were welcome at the Breeders Market!

It had been a few months since Deacon had presented my idea to the AIDs Lords and I had passed judgment on my captors and their co-conspirators. I had spent the time selecting my Mares and ensuring they were all prepared. For those who were punished for their part in Uncle Jack’s attack, this had included their castration. While the other Mares got to keep their balls, they were bottoms, the Market was not about them fucking, but about them being fucked. All mares who were part of the permanent stable were branded on their forehead with a BIOHAZARD BRAND indicating their status as a mare, and a symbol noting which AIDs Lord and which stable they belonged to. This was their life, to be fucked and used for the pleasure of real men.

I walked through the grand ballroom, doing one final inspection of my Stable Masters and the Mares. I had decided to go for a standard uniform and certain physical qualities in my Stable Masters. They were of varying races and creeds, but all were ex-military, at least 6”2, handsome, well built, and at least 9-inches of dick that was clearly outlined in their skin-tight, white pants. Each Stable Master had undergone background checks and more, and attested to their willingness to be infected and to infect as the cause required. I could also happily attest to the sexual skills of each and every one of them as I had taken many loads from them these past weeks, much to Captain Fontaine and Captain Baker’s jealous displeasure. The line of Stable Masters in their uniforms made an impressive sight in and of themselves, but they were off limits and not an option for our guests. Our guests – the Breeders - were here for the Mares.

The Mares were all in position, on small raised platforms, with 8 mares on each side of the ballroom set within specially created ‘stalls’. The gold embossed and engraved invitations issued to each Breeder was time stamped noting the time they should arrive. Just over 60 Breeders were invited, staggered for arrival throughout the evening although we knew that some would stay the entire evening, stiffened with Viagra and eager to breed or at least feel the raw ass of every Mare. Each Mare was Market ready, blindfolded, leashed, the biohazard brand on the forehead of some still fairly new, and doggy style and resting their torso on a specially designed leather padded bench that was just high enough to keep their full body weight off their hands and knees, leaving their hole open and ready for inspection by any Breeder. The Breeders had the choice of mounting the Mare right there in full public view, closing the curtains on the stall, or they could take the leash from the Stable Master and one of our harness boys would escort them to a private room where they could use the Mare as they willed. The only rules being they must fuck them raw and there was a 15-minute time limit. The Market was all about the pump-and-dump, not love making. The Mares represented a range of ages and physical traits to ensure that there was a hole available for all tastes and interests.

As I came to the end of the line of Mares I had to smile. There was Vince, one of my kidnappers who had worked for Uncle Jack, his black muscles glistening, the leather arm bands and huge PA and piercings that now ran from his ass to his empty ball sac denoted his new status. Vince the Mare had his back arched, ass pushed out, his thighs and glutes quivering in need and anticipation. While Deacon had punished him the day of my rescue by literally ripping his balls off, I had decided Vince was to become one of my high-end Mares, but one trained in the fine arts of serving the leather and Bondage and Discipline (B&D), and Sadism and Masochism (S&M) Breeders.

I thought back to two days earlier I had gone to visit Charles, the Horse Dicked Leather Master and his son Roger who had been given the task of training Vince in all that is B&D and S&M. I had first them in the story Dr Mike – Biohazard or Healer – as Charles had rape fucked me at Dr Mike’s office then later he and Roger had used me for their pleasure in their basement dungeon. The last time I had seen them was after they had me gangbanged and then double fucked me when we had returned to Covenant. They had prepared me well for Deacon. That was my first night with Deacon and my last night with them.

The tires of the limo plowed a path through the freshly fallen snow as we pulled up in front of Charles’ house. I was nervous. I was not the same man I had been when I left DC, and suddenly I felt a little scared. My driver opened the door as Jonas, my butler and aide got out first, followed by my two soldiers, Captains Baker and Fontaine. I was never alone any more and my soldiers and staff were never far away as we knew Uncle Jack was waiting to strike again, the question was not when, but where. So, they escorted me to the front door. I rang the bell and waited.

“Holy Mother Fuck! Look what the cat dragged in!” Roger exclaimed as he threw the door open and grabbed me in a full-on bear hug ignoring the protest of the Captains. Roger started to drag me inside, talking a mile a minute, but I was stopped by Captain Fontaine who said, “I’ll be watching the back. Puppy will stay out here and Jonas will wait in the limo.” I shook my head, feeling silly and still thinking they were overdoing it, as I followed Roger inside.

Just like my first time there, as soon as the door was closed Roger was pulling my pants down and working to get his dick up my ass. His leather gloved hand clamped around my throat as he snarled, “You got too big for us now? You can’t even fucking call? What’s that about huh – UGHHH – oh shit fucker, forgot how nice that hole felt on my dick, shit – want me to choke you out? Bet you miss that don’t you. You miss us fucking you like no body else can. Don’t you pig? UGHHH fuck shit, I’m gonna cum, UGHHH…….” Roger’s hand squeezed my throat harder as his big thick dick gave me a nice welcome gift. He pulled his dick out, slapped my head hard and said with a satisfied smirk, “Welcome home man, good to see you. Sir is downstairs. Let me tell you, our guest had to work through some big shit! He had some issues and lord did he fight us, but we beat the shit out of him a few times and after he spent several days with nothing but white cum and piss in his guts you wouldn’t believe how much more cooperative he became. And sick, shit, I have never seen so much puke and shit as he had after we shot him up with the stuff they sent us. Sir said it was taking and the perfect time to infect him with everything else. You know Sir and his gonorrhea dick, well he got that and Dr Mike sent over some special patients, so his ass is NASTY!!!”

I laughed, as that confirmed I was right in my choice of sending Vince to Charles and Roger for his training. I followed Roger down the stairs into the dungeon. The sound of leather whipping flesh met us as we opened the door and entered, along with the soft whimperings and pleadings of “Thank you Sir, please Sir, more.” Roger strode over to Charles who was in mid-swing holding a large leather strap, ready to continue his punishment of Vince. Charles lowered his arm, handed the strap to Roger and stormed at me. I was not sure if I wanted to run away or run to him as I forgot what an intimidating fucker he was. Like Roger, Charles engulfed me in a bear hug picking me up off the floor. He dropped me, started swatting at my head, “You God damn little shit! Look at you! You did it boy! I am so fucking proud, damn!” Another bear hug, a long sloppy and wet kiss that scratched my face with his beard, then Charles put his arm around me as he led me deeper into the dungeon.

We stopped, he grabbed both my shoulders and shook me as he said, “You done good boy, real good. I see we trained you right, didn’t we now. Son, go get the boy a drink – NOW and did those little toy soldiers of his come along? Yeah, well go tell them to get lost. Uncle Jack knows better then to show up here of all places for Christ sake as he knows I would blow his head off. So send them along their merry little way and tell them we’ll make sure he gets delivered back safe and sound – WHEN WE ARE DONE WITH HIM!” That last part carried an ominous tone, but I smiled inside and nodded as anything ominous with Charles and Roger was nothing but a good time for me.

Once the door closed behind Roger, Charles said, “Roger cannot understand all the in and outs and depths of all this you know? I love the boy, but…well…he ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed. I know what Deacon did to you and how intense his infection is and I knew you would make it. I know what you are now – well in part because I still can’t wrap my head around some of the crazy shit he has told me, and all that has happened these past months. You know you have my support in all things – just as you have Dr Mike’s.” At the sound of Dr Mike’s name my stomach flipped and flopped a bit. I was still conflicted I guess about him and was not sure if I would see him or not. Something in my gut gnawed at me and said he was best left in the past.

“Now boy,” Charles growled, “Get those fucking clothes off. You can see your Mare over there is well and good and has been trained as ordered. Wiggle that tail fucker? I SAID WIGGLE IT!!” Charles laughed as Vince shook his ass, wiggling a big plastic dog tail on the end of an ass plug that was shoved deep up his hole. “Like I said,” Charles continued, “He will be the best Mare you got, but back to what is more of interest to me at the moment, your sweet ass. GET UP IN THAT SLING AND PREPARE FOR SOME ROUGH RAW DICK BECAUSE WE ARE GOING TO CHOKE YOU THE FUCK OUT AND LOAD YOU DOWN WITH HOT CUM!!!”

Back in the present I looked at Vince again, all ready and willing for the Breeders Market. Roger was his Stable Master tonight, an honorary position that Charles and I agreed he deserved as he was coming into his own as a leather master and had done much of the training for Vince. I looked at Roger with pride, and a still sore ass, as he and Charles had pounded the hell out of my hole and had made sure I was filled with plenty of infected dick and cum. Damn I missed them! Yet, Deacon was my present, and my future, and I missed him more, so much more.

I grabbed a glass of champagne and continued my rounds. As I wound my way back out to one of the salon areas, I ran into someone that Charles and Roger had introduced me to back when I was still in DC and who I had actually seen in their basement before they had released me back to my staff. He was a handsome, Arab man, who was actually the Ambassador for one of our key allies in the Gulf region. Standing about 6’1, weighing 195 with a broad chest, I knew from our past play that he had a wonderfully hairy chest, a gorgeous long dick, and a set of balls that produced copious amounts of cum when he shot. Sexually, his favorite thing in the world was eating cum out of a freshly fucked ass and he had literally spent hours eating multiple loads out of my filled hole that Charles and Roger had deposited. He would sit patiently in the corner watching in rapture as they used and fucked me and the second they gave him the OK he was on his knees eating me out. The dominant side of him would then emerge once his stomach was full of cum. He thrilled in the brutal fuck and loved fucking me in the stocks while Charles choked me out raping my throat.

Tonight, the Ambassador inclined his head with a nod of respect, motioned to his right and said, “May I present my eldest son.” I admired the young man standing beside him who was as tall as his father, though not quite as built. I shook his hand, his sweaty palm quickly releasing, and watched as he tentatively took a step back. His father scowled slightly and guided me a few steps away and said, “My apologies. He has only recently arrived in Washington to attend Georgetown University and is not yet accustomed to things. However, after our discussions with Sir Charles, I agree and believe that I am in the best position to serve as an AIDs Lord for you in my home region. I have considered how best to begin transmitting and spreading the super bug that you now embody and have realized that I have the answer – my son.” I tilted my head in interest as the Ambassador continued, “You see, our society is still very segregated, so while in your country, you may be able to utilize females, we cannot. Yet, especially within the ruling families, the young men form extremely tight bonds that last for life, and these bonds are often affirmed through sex. My son is in the perfect position to ensure that the sons of all the ruling families join the family if you will. So, in all humbleness, I ask you to please take my son. Let him serve you, let me serve you in this and all else.”

I was taken aback by the offer and the words and had not expected this. As the number of Breeders and traffic picked up around us as Mares were led away to be bred, I considered the Ambassador’s words. I knew he was right and this was a wonderful chance and said, “I agree your Excellency, but you understand the potential cost is high? Direct insemination carries many risks, but our medical staff will provide the best care they can. Once it takes though, your son will produce extremely infected cum and will convert anyone he fucks.” The Ambassador licked his lips and replied, “I understand and look forward to savoring his gifts. I have been tasting him since his first load.” I smiled at that, suddenly wishing that I had had such a bond with my own father.

“One more thing your Excellency,” I said, “I – as you know- prefer to get fucked, so if you would be so kind and willing, I would ask for your assistance.” The Ambassador’s wide grin let his son know a deal had been struck and their lives would no longer be the same.

I flagged Jonas to attend me, told him what I wanted, and as he left to get everything prepared I grabbed the Ambassdor’s hand and said, “I also have a special gift for your son. One of our Mares is a virgin. He has never been fucked, although he was fully infected by other means. I think we should make this a special evening,” and gave an evil grin as I explained to the Ambassador what I had in mind.

My aide/butler Jonas soon returned, confirmed all was ready as ordered, and so I asked the Ambassador and his son to follow me. We followed Jonas up the sweeping staircase to my private suite on the second floor. In the middle of the bedroom floor stood one of my Stable Masters and tethered to the leather support post was the Mare I had told the Ambassador about. The boy was VERY young and had just reached the age of consent. He was one of many boys Dr Mike had found and funneled into the system and was much like I had been on my first visit to Dr Mike, except he was still a virgin and had never been fucked. The boy was shivering out of fear or eagerness, I don’t know which, it did not matter, as the Ambassador and his son walked around him and inspected him. His ass was pure white, no tan lines, but was soon striped red and raw as the Ambassador taught his son the joys of whipping an innocent bottom.

The Ambassador’s son reached out to touch the boy’s dripping dick and was slapped by his father who said, “The only dick you touch or serve belongs to your superiors, do you understand? You are the master over this one, but our host, our host shall be the master over you, and I….oh I am his master as you shall see.” His son looked eagerly from his father, to me, back to the boy tied to the support post. They both got fully naked now and I watched as the Ambassador’s son swallowed his father’s dick with ease that comes only from experience. I finished my drink and decided it was time.

The Mare bucked and cried out and tried to run when the Ambassador’s son entered him. I joined the Ambassador as we watched his son pound the Mare with no mercy, fucking him raw and using his ass for what it was meant for. The son quickly shot a load, but did not stop and the Ambassador smiled with pride as he licked his lips and said, “He is able to shoot several loads, so no worries.” As long as his son was enjoying himself, that is all that mattered. It was now time.

The Ambassador knelt behind his son and was eagerly tonguing and slobbing on his asshole and I could tell they had played these roles many times as both moaned in unison and knew how best to position themselves for the ecstatic effect. Soon the Ambassador stood up and fingered his son’s ass until a ring of bright red blood marked the way. After several minutes, and another load up the Mare’s ass, the Ambassador stood up, and I took my place.

My infected dick was dripping pre-cum and as I hesitated, the Ambassador knelt behind me and let his tongue begin to lube my ass. He pushed me slightly forward, so I pulled his son’s ass cheeks apart and on his next push back to thrust forward I met him full on and shoved my raw dick into his tight warm hole. The son yelped a little but my dick went balls deep. I could tell he had been fucked before for sure. Within seconds, as I then pushed back to meet his thrust, I was met with the stiff force of the Ambassador’s long dick forcing itself up in my ass. Dr Mike had taught me how amazing it felt to get fucked while I bred someone, and as I was a bottom at heart, this ‘helped’ ensure that whatever hole was on the end of my dick took a full load.

It took a few strokes for us to all find our rhythm but soon as the son pushed back before thrusting forward into the Mare he was breeding, I pushed into him and as I pulled back, his father the Ambassador would go balls deep into me. The smell of cum and ass filled the room as we reveled in the hedonistic dance of lust and breeding.

“Infect my son, give him your gift,” the Ambassador began saying. “Honor us with your deadly seed. GIVE MY SON YOUR AIDS!!!” The Ambassador’s dick swelled and began to fill me as he continued to beg me to breed his eldest and mark him forever. Soon the hot cum was washed away by a steady stream of dark and scalding piss as the Ambassador piss fucked me. The intense pressure was more than I could take and I begun to shoot a huge load of biohazard cum into the son’s ass.

“OH PLEASE STOP!!!” the son cried as my cum began burrowed into his bloody walls and began to infect every cell. The Ambassador pushed our bodies forward, ensuring I did not pull out and that his son was crushed between my pulsing dick and the Mare he had been breeding. As my orgasm subsided, the Ambassador pulled his dripping dick out of my ass, knelt behind me and asked, “Please feed me?” So I did. I let a stream of cum and piss out of my hole and into his waiting mouth, all while keeping my charged cum leaking into the son’s ass.

When my hole was dry, I pulled out of the son and the Ambassador scrambled forward quickly to eat every drop that might have escaped. His son was sweating profusely and was barely standing except for his weight being born by the Mare. I stepped away, told the Stable Master to be prepared, and as soon as the Ambassador finished, the Stable Master scooped up the son and carried him out of my suite to my medical team. The Ambassador licked his lips and watched in pride as his toxic boy was carried away. Yes, these two would serve me well.

I was eager for another breeding and the Ambassador was happy to oblige me. Once we were done we cleaned up and rejoined the party. As I left the Ambassador he was eyeing Vince’s ass, which had been off limits during his training at Charles’ house, so I bet it would not be long before the Ambassador’s tongue and dick found their way into Vince’s hole.

The ballroom was now thrumming as Breeders mounted Mares, the Stable Masters made sure those how had been bred were ready for the next Breeder, those who had already tested our stock compared notes, and my staff made sure everyone had drinks and anything else they may need.

Everything was going as planned, the only question left is - Do you want to be a Mare? The Stables are open.

Stay tuned for Chapter 4 – Southeast DC Breeders Market

[domesir]

Fucking hot...sign me up to be bred like this

[pozpopperpig]

Hell yeah...sign me up too!

[AlwaysOpen]

I sure as hell hope the Fickstutenmarkt idea gets imported to the US - I want to be Mare#1 !! And I hope the ID Mare 1 gets worn off my ass from so much covering at each party, so it has to be rebranded before the next session <g> Wht- another hot story - thanks man

[BearCub4bbkr]

this slave was born to become a mare in such a Breeders Market, being tattoed according with a biohazard tatt on its forehead, etc. it can be contacted at Yahoo Msgr: mt_chaps@yahoo.com, email: mt_chaps@hotmail.com, and text: 406 231 1217.

[toad2]

Where can I sign up want to be breed to get that much poz cum in ass would be great one thing after breeder are done are mare plugs after wards

[whthole4u]

The Southeast DC Breeders Market - My ass was leaking cum like a river and I was higher than I thought possible. My eyes slowly opened, the spinning in my head eased, yet something was still not right – oh yeah – I was being fucked by someone. I didn’t know who, the blindfold prevented that, and this was pretty much how the last 7 days had been at the Breeder’s Market in Southeast DC. What the fuck was that last shit Lionel had made me smoke? My find focused a little more as the chain attached to the leather collar I was wearing was jerked and Lionel’s menacing voice said, “You back with me? Fucking white cum whore. Giving you all the dick you can handle, didn’t I promise you that? Say yes MASTER! You’re still mine for the rest of the day and I am going to make damn sure you don’t forget this black snake spitting up in that hole.” As my ass was continued to be filled with raw meat and cum, I thought back over the past week.

DAY 1 - The Breeders Market in Southeast, DC (SE-DC) was a very different market than the one we had held on Embassy Row in the mansion the night before. The Mares, Stable Masters, and the Breeders were all here as well, different ones of course, but between the drugs, liquor, location, and crowd, the SE-DC Market was a scene all its own. Like my new home in Chicago with Deacon at the headquarters of COVENANT, our new official outpost in DC was a large warehouse complex. The complex we bought contained its own underground parking area, loading docks of various sizes, a section that used to be used for storing and processing meat, a mechanic’s garage where the trucks and vans used to be repaired, various other warehouse spaces, and finally a 4-story section that we had totally rebuilt to handle our drug and other business ventures as well as to provide space to live and play for Lionel and his crew.

After Uncle Jack kidnapped me and Deacon rescued me, I flew to DC to meet with Lionel and asked him to take over all of our drug and other business in DC and to help me expand what we were doing, including by opening the Breeders Market. I had first met Lionel when I was at the main library taking as much raw dick as I could for Dr Mike. Lionel and his buddies then got down and wild with me in the story The Thugs From the Library Return. Lionel was rough – total street thug with braids, usually wore a Tommy Hilfiger coat, had tats running up his neck, and was well over 6”5, and heavy and thick, and young in his early 20s. I remember the first time he and his buddy (who almost looked like his twin) had fucked me in the bathroom as Lionel stood there, biting his lower lip and stroking his cock as he watched his buddy fuck me, his eyes were big and hungry as he watched my ass take dick. Then when it was his turn, Lionel got behind me, adjusted his footing, bent back a little, bent his knees, and angled his dick straight up into my ass walls. I gasped a little with the pain, saw him smile in the mirror, he bit his lip harder and started to pound. I was hooked and had some wild times with Lionel after that, his buddy (who I finally learned was named Greg, and Greg’s brother Brock). We had decided to run the initial Breeders Market in SE-DC over the course of 7 days as we had men not only from DC and the immediate area, but from Richmond, Baltimore, Philadelphia and everywhere in between invited to come and infect and breed and share whatever bug they could.

Even though it was January, I was waiting on the steps of the mansion with my soldiers Captain Fontaine and Captain Baker for Lionel to pick me up. Lionel was in charge of my security for the next 7 days, and my soldiers were not happy about. “I’m telling you again, this is a mistake. Uncle Jack and his assholes are still out there, and fuck, this was their city,” Baker said. Fontaine snarled, “I don’t care what you say, those boys cannot protect you like we can, and besides, you know Ol’Fontaine can’t go that long without shooting a thick hot load deep in that ass of yours?” I smiled at them, we had had this argument several times already and I was not doing it again. Luckily I was saved as Lionel showed up. My soldiers stepped back out of natural caution as a dozen of Lionel’s crew climbed out of the two cars and large, black van, followed by Lionel himself, who stepped out of the van in just a tight white-shirt, followed by a thick haze of smoke. My ass was full of cum from Baker and Fontaine, but got even wetter looking at Lionel. He was one sexy mother-fucker and just oozed power, danger, and raw sexuality. Lionel did not acknowledge my soldiers at all, dismissing them like two fleas, as he guided me to the van, and his boys grabbed my bags and loaded them into the car, the sound of Fontaine talking smack and snarling sending me off.

As soon as the van doors closed and we began to roll, Lionel grabbed me, pulled me close to him and said, “Damn bitch, been to long since I got to crawl up in that pussy. Get those fucking pants off, you know what I like and hope you ready, because I this big old black snake has not spit in days.” While I took my clothes off and set them on the padded seat that ran the length of the van, Lionel relit his smoke and topped off his high. It did not smell like weed, and when I was totally naked Lionel handed it to me and said, “I know you don’t really smoke, and no worries. I got lots of powder for your nose and ass once we get to the crib, but this will set you right. Don’t hold it too tight, inhale, hold it, let it burn, then let it out slow.” Lionel dropped his pants as I hit his smoke. The shit burned hard, I had to close my eyes as my head spun, my chest tightened, and my insides got all warm. Lionel took the smoke, motioned with one hand for me to get on the floor, and he took another hit then set the smoke down in an ashtray. “Time to get down to business,” Lionel growled, “For the next 7 days you are my bitch and I hope you brought that special cream of yours that fixes your hole, cause you know what? I plan to rape you so many fuckin times you’ll be shitting my babies a year from now. Guess what else? You know there is nothing I like better then seeing your white pussy bleed, so spread that hole bitch, time to get fucked down!”

The swaying of the van as it drove through the DC streets made it a little difficult, but I stabilized myself on my hands and knees, Lionel crawled up behind me, his pants around his ankles making only one position really work. His raw dick was over 10 inches and thick, but luckily my ass was open and full of cum, so when he slammed me it hurt, but not as bad as it could have. “That hole is wet wet!” Lionel exclaimed, “You fuckin slut, you’ll be sorry for denying me my bloody hole bitch! No matter, you going to take this fucking nutt, take it, take my babies!” Lionel finished cumming in me, sat back, lit his smoke, handed it to me, yanked his pants up, then crouch walked to the front and pressed a button that lowered the glass window between us and the driver. I could not hear what they said, but Lionel had an evil grin on his face when he came back and said, “Smoke up, you’re gonna need it as this is going to be old-home-week for you, and here’s a towel. Squat and spit that shit out of your ass. I want that hole dry. Rub that towel inside your hole too.” I did as Lionel told me, and soon the van stopped. Lionel pushed me to the back, grabbed my t-shirt off the floor and tied it around my eyes, then he went to the door and I heard muffled voices. I felt the van shift as someone else got in the back with us, the door closed, Lionel got up beside me, dropped his pants, then guided me on my hands and knees in front of him. “Now bitch, I told you that pussy would bleed, so here’s the deal. You’re gonna suck me real good, get me good and hard again, while our buddy Matt here takes care of business. You remember Matt don’t you? You should you AIDs whore, you let him rape that hole a few times down in the library that I know of for sure. And guess what, he is even sicker now but for a white boy, sure has a hell of a dick. Start sucking!”

I first met Matt in the story, Carl – The Homeless Dick Gangbang in the Library and Matt the War Hero - my mind raced, shit, Matt was huge, I have had bigger of course, I mean no one compared to Deacon, but Matt was probably the biggest white guy I had ever had. As he got up behind me his smell filled my nostrils, the smell of stale piss and the last time I had seen him in the library he had clearly pissed himself several times, but his huge dick shot lots of infected cum, so I just tried not to breathe as he had plowed me. His calloused, dirty fingers probed at my hole a little, not to open me up, only to show him where his target was. Lionel spoke up, “Go on man, you remember him don’t you Matt? You want to fuck his hole? Like I told you, I got $50 for you if you make him bleed for me.” Matt needed no other enticement as his mammoth raw dick plunged past my outer ring and into my guts as he said, “I want to fuck.” SHIT! “Fuck no man, I can’t take it like that, stop!” I cried out. Lionel laughed, pushing my head back down onto his dick as Matt pounded my now bleeding hole. “Fuck it Matt, come on now, give him your AIDs and shit, that’s it man, rip that pussy up! Go man, you got it, go on now, shoot that load up there, you cumming in him Matt? Oh good man, good man Matt.” Matt’s big dick pulsed as he shoved it in as far as he could go and paused, my ass quivering around every inch of him. When he was done Matt yanked out, Lionel untied the t-shirt and said to me, “Clean his dick off and look at all that pretty red red. Just like your pussy should be. And take a good look at him too, fucker is way sick, so you know he charged you with some intense bug!” I did as ordered and Lionel was right, Matt was skin and bones except for his dick, which was as meaty as ever. Lionel handed Matt a $50, he climbed out, the van started to move again, Lionel sat back, rolled a new smoke, lit it, then handed it to me. “Hit this hard, I plan to keep you drugged up all week, and do NOT wipe your hole off. I like seeing that red red dripping and streaking.” I looked down saw that the beige carpet on the van floor now was speckled like a scene from CSI. After the smoke, Lionel handed me a black plate with several lines of powder, “A little something to tide you out,” he said as I snorted it up, savoring the burn, and suddenly feeling 1,000 times hornier than I already was. Lionel Laughed, we got dressed, the van slowed, stopped, and I followed him out of the van and into the garage. The Breeders Market would start in a few hours, so Lionel took me on a quick tour. I had not even made it inside yet and I had a couple loads up my ass and was flying high. What would the next several days be like?

Stay tuned for Day 1 – Part 2.

[mike43]

fucking hot let me be a mare

[jankoslave]

hey, yeah reall fucking hot and i would like to be on offer for that

[PozBearz]

GREAT story there whthole4u looking forward to reading more of your work on here. Sounds like a really HOT stable you have there.

[pozpopperpig]

FUCK! Just the way a week should start off!

[whthole4u]

Day 1 – Part 2 SE-DC Breeders Market - After the smoke, Lionel handed me a black plate with several lines of powder, “A little something to tide you out,” he said as I snorted it up, savoring the burn, and suddenly feeling 1,000 times hornier than I already was. Lionel Laughed, we got dressed, the van slowed, stopped, and I followed him out of the van and into the garage adjusting my pants as my ass was dripping cum. The Breeders Market would start in a few hours, so Lionel took me on a quick tour. I had not even made it inside yet and I had a couple loads up my ass and was flying high. What would the next several days be like would I get lots of AIDs cum and other dirty bugs? First, we inspected the Mares. They were all in a large open room being groomed and prepped by the Stable Masters. I was surprised at how many there were, over three dozen, but Lionel explained there was no shortage of men volunteering to be Mares as DC was full of fucking bottoms, the challenge was finding those who could handle my infected blood in their bodies. That was the main requirement for most Mares, they had to be shot up with my super-infected blood and it had to take. Of course we always had a few Mares who were negative that were sold to the highest and nastiest bidder and their infection was also consensual, as we chose Mares who begged and pleaded to be converted. There would be no stealthing of the Mares, but we did plan on stealthing as many tops as possible through their infected asses. Of course I was most interested in one particular Mare, the one who had worked for Uncle Jack and kidnapped me and tortured me. Lionel directed me to him. He was dressed in bright pink lace, thigh-high stockings, had on a matching pink bra and a wig to match his neutered nature now. He was truly a cunt to be used and no longer a man. He flinched as I approached him, and well he should. I was suddenly flooded with anger and hatred and wanted to grab the chain on his collar and beat the fucker with it. Lionel understood and held me tight to assure me everything was ok and inclined his head as if to say, “You want to fuck him?” The thought turned my guts, all I wanted was to see Deacon ripping his balls off again and again in an endless, torturous loop of punishment. Since I could not have that, making him a whore for all of his old SE-DC buddies would be the next best thing.

Lionel then showed me the rest of the set up. The private garage our VIP clients could enter, the immense security presence both technological and personnel, the various sections of the market for those who wanted rooms with dance music, or an area to watch porn while they fucked, a bar to grab a drink, or for those more hardcore a special bar that provided every drug you could imagine from T, to G, to E, and the entire fucking alphabet if you had the right cash. All of these areas would be staffed by Mares and Stable Masters so no matter where our Breeder clients went, there was a raw, warm hole ready and willing to get bred. We delivered it all.

“What about the local police?” I asked Lionel. He laughed and said, “You were right, your old buddy Pooh, the cop who fucked you up at Franklin Square, had all the connections. We good. We help hold down and deal with the violent shit like murder and stuff, and they look the other way to all this. We’re the best enforcement DC police have right now, cause no one fucks with my business and stupid killing and shit does that, so we make sure it don’t happen around here and where we’re working.” I was pleased to hear that as the tour continued, but first I asked to stop at the drug bar for some more powder or smoke. “How fucked up are you willing to get?” Lionel asked me with a look that told me he was ready to get buck wild. “I am all yours, so your call,” I replied before bending over and cleaning off another black plate filled with straight white lines of the best money could buy. Lionel smiled and looking in his eyes I saw days full of mischief and freaky-off-the-wall-sex ahead. Good.

Next Lionel showed me the Stockyard. This was designed as the high traffic area of the Breeders Market and while any of our Breeders could enter, the charge was only $20 as the Stockyard was designed for the blow-and-go crowd. Lionel’s crew had been out the past few days handing out $20 passes to all of the druggies, homeless, and infected men at the clinics, they could find. These Mares would be raped and filled with the dirtiest, nastiest, and most infected dick and cum this city had to offer and in turn, my infection would continue to spread to more and more people. The Stable Masters were now leading the Mares and locking them down in their stocks. For these Mares, there was no break, they were locked in and would be used until their holes were open, ripe, and flowing with infected loads.

Lionel took me next to the core of the drug operation, which was centered in the old meat factory section. The large metal coolers made great secure locations for the drug suppl. The powder was wearing off and I asked if we could go back by the drug bar. Lionel shook his head and continued the tour, next showing me the mechanics bay that now contained various swings, slings, and raised platforms all designed for sex and allowing people to stand on the ramps on each side to watch the show. Wow, I was impressed with the entire set up, but was antsy so asked again for the drug bar. Lionel said nothing as he grabbed my hand and now led me to an elevator and past several checkpoints where his crew openly brandished their weapons. “Don’t worry,” Lionel said, “They have orders to shoot and kill that mother-fucker Uncle Jack if they see him or any of his crew, no questions asked. Trust – I plan to have that asshole’s head stuffed and on my wall before the year is out.”

Lionel unlocked a large metal door that was guarded by four men and we entered a large suite. “This is my new crib, what do you think?” Lionel had turned the top floor of this part of the warehouse into a luxurious living space that rivaled COVENANT HQ in Chicago. I was taking it all in when Lionel said, “Here, hit this smoke, this shit is going to fuck you up! I want you to enjoy yourself while you are here, and you are in my house now, my crib, and you belong to ME! You get me? Good. For the next 7 days you ain’t nothing but a white bitch pussy who chasing this big black snake. Did you miss this dick? Tell me you missed this dick! Good. I like nothing better then a sloppy whore who is fucked up and nasty! Got me? Now do a few big hits, take that shit off, and I’ll be right back.”

I was in the middle of Lionel’s living room, stark naked, waiting to see what Lionel had planned. I guess I caught a little chill of air as suddenly I was covered in goose bumps and started to shake a little, or maybe it was the drugs. Lionel was suddenly there, his naked body pressing again mine, rubbing my arms and back and pulling me close, “No worries man, I got you alright? I promise you will be safe this week, do you trust me? Good. Just enjoy yourself. I know more about what is going on with you then you may think. I know how you got those new tattoos on your arm, I know all about how you got to the level of infection that you are, and I know all about Deacon – well I know SOME about Deacon, I guess now you know more than anyone.” I pulled away, startled that Lionel knew Deacon’s name, let alone the other details. Was he a spy for Uncle Jack too? Lionel pulled me close again and said, “Our meeting at the library so many months ago was no accident. Deacon was already tracking you, and wanted you watched, and wanted you to learn, and wanted you to be tested. No, no, I have never met him, but I know of him, and have received orders from him, so close enough I guess. Anyways, you are the boss now, well except for this week. So relax, let go, enjoy yourself, and no worries as I will make sure you alright when I deliver you back to Deacon and those fucked up white-boy soldiers of yours. What’s up with them anyways? Tight ass mother-fuckers!” Lionel laughed as I pondered what he had just said, but the drugs were making it hard to focus, so I let it go – for now.

Lionel stepped to the table, lit a new smoke, handed it to me, and I was warm all over again as I took several long drags. I set it down and bent over the end of the couch, wagging my raw and waiting hole at Lionel, needing to be filled and bred. Lionel then stuck a wet finger up my hole, pulled it out, coated it with powder two layers thick, then gave me a booty bump that made my ass burn like acid had been poured into my hole. I flinched, then Lionel spit and rammed his hard dick into me as he barebacked my hole and loaded me with some more of his cum. Can you get a contact high off cum? Sure felt like it! When he was done, Lionel pulled out, let me lick him clean, then he handed me a pile of clothes.

“Put these on, good, now turn around,” Lionel said. I had put on the black t-shirt and black jeans he had given me and was surprised when he reached around and placed a large collar around my neck. Lionel fastened it and rattled the chain, turned me to face him and said, “This is to show everyone you my bitch, got that? You’re going to do everything I say right? Open that pussy for who I tell you right? Smoke what shit I tell you? You ain’t nothing but a worthless AIDs chasing whore this week right? Did you miss this dick? Tell me you missed you this dick! Here slut, have some more smoke.” I hit the smoke again and felt really dizzy. Lionel yanked my collar chain, making me focus, as he dragged me over in front of a large mirror and said, “Ain’t no pussy of mine going to look down and out, how’s that shit for bling?” I laughed, as while the black t-shirt and jeans were low key, the collar was not. It was studded in little white stones, and I looked like some poodle at the dog show. Lionel laughed, showing the grill covering his teeth and pointed saying, “This shit ain’t fake! These are real diamonds on my grill and that collar too, so time to make that pussy work and earn what I spent on your ass.”

Lionel led me by the collar and chain back out into the rest of COVENANT’s headquarters in SE-DC. A few of the guards smiled knowingly as I passed and a couple even grabbed their crotches, making sure I saw they were packing some big, black, steak between their thighs. Woof! I was ready. We made a stop at the drug bar, I hit the smoke some more, and was flying high as Lionel led me on. The Breeders Market was open and I was surprised at how many people were already in the Stockyard area where all the Mares were locked down and being mounted Lionel kept walking and we were soon in the mechanic’s garage.

“Kneel,” Lionel ordered. I looked down, and kneeled on one of those things mechanics roll around on – a creeper. This one had been modified though with thick leather padding and a thick foam matt specially formed to cushion the knees. I got into position and Lionel yanked the chain, “Open your mouth, and close your eyes.” I did and soon had a nice thick dick in my mouth, so I started to suck. The man lasted a while, but then started to groan and moan as he shot his nutt into my waiting my mouth. Heavy smoker for sure from the taste. My mouth hung open, with drips of cum falling off my chin when dick number two filled my throat. This one was a little bigger and he lasted barely 30 seconds before some of the tangiest cum I had ever tasted filled my mouth. I wonder what he was infected with? I sucked him clean and left my mouth open – waiting. My jaws were aching, but then I felt a nudge, push, and a thick long dick start to push into my mouth and down my throat. Lionel must have liked this one as he yanked my chain, the collar tightened and he snarled, “Open that mouth BITCH! I plan to get you coated on both ends.” So I opened my jaws as wide as I could and the guy I was sucking pushed deeper, made me gag and choke and started to fuck my throat. I have to admit I opened my eyes a little at that point and peeked and could see a light skinned dick, but Lionel cuffed my head, so I closed my eyes and focused on getting this load. I won the prize, a thick hot load that tasted and felt like cottage cheese, and kept sucking and milking his dick even after he tried to pull away.

Lionel laughed, “You a greedy cum whore tonight ain’t you?” I licked my lips, nodded yes, and got off the creeper to see what was next. As the evening progressed we monitored the Breeders Market to ensure everything was working as planned. Lionel and his crew may be thugs and homeboys, but they are brilliant businessmen and everything ran like clockwork and the cash and cum were flowing. Lionel continued to make sure my ass and mouth were filled with dick and my nose took all the powder I could handle along with a few stops back at his suite for his special smoke. I was one fucked up bottom when Lionel yanked my chain hard and said, “I got an old friend who wants to see you.”

I stumbled along through the warehouse to the loading docks, and saw the ominous shadow of a big man standing alone, stroking a very long and thick dick. Between the dim light and being high as shit I had a hard time focusing. Lionel yanked my chain again, the collar gripped my neck, and my eyes focused in on the man before me. I was still trying to place him when he said, “I love a cummy ass.” YES! The black guy from the bookstore that fucked me when I was making Joseph a stealthing top! WOOF! No Need to ask me twice, I turned, dropped my jeans, and presented my wet and used hole while Lionel laughed, adjusted the collar and said, “Fucking cum whore, told you his hole would smell that dick out a mile away! So what you got man? AIDs, gonno, syph, HEP?” His answer was only a grunt as the heavy built guy stepped forward with his 10+ inches and said, “Fuck yeah! Just like I remember, NICE cummy ass – oohh that’s good, I love fucking a white hole like that – oh yeah – you want to see your boy take my cum man? You want to see him be my bitch? Be my white bitch?” I could barely keep my balance as his dick fucked me raw, stroke after stroke like an Olympic crew team until he gave me his charged cum. When he was done he slapped my ass twice, said, “Good to see you man, next time I’m want those ankles in the air!” and walked away. I was still bent over when Lionel yanked my chain and said, “Alright, that’s enough of old-home-week for tonight. What say you and I make a final round and see some Mares get mounted and plowed. Then I plan to take you back to my suite, wipe your hole nice and dry and rape that pussy so when I go to sleep you be speckled with all that red red up and down your ass? Yeah I know you good with that. Tell me again how much you missed this dick! Come on now.”

“OH YEAH, ONE MORE THING,” LIONEL CASUALLY CONVEYED AS WE WALKED TOWARDS THE MAIN STOCKYARD. “TONIGHT WHEN I AM DONE MAKING THAT ASS AND YOUR BACKSIDE SPECKLED, THE BOYS ON MY CREW ARE SWINGING THROUGH. NO MATTER HOW HIGH YOU GET, OR HOW MUCH CUM YOU HAVE HAD IN THAT DIRTY WHITE ASS, EVERY NIGHT YOU ARE HERE WILL END WITH ME AND THE BOYS ON MY CREW FUCKING YOU TIL YOU CAN’T STAND! YOU READY FOR ALL THAT?”

I passed out a while later in Lionel’s suite with his dick – well ok someone’s dick, I was too fucked up to know who exactly – buried deep up my ass. The last thing I remember hearing was Lionel saying, “The Philly Boys arrive tomorrow. They run all the crack and weed in Philly, but I plan to bring them into my network and before I am done they will be the bookend of our drug empire, with Norfolk/Richmond the other. Those Philly boys are freaky fuckers and it’s making me hard again thinking about them gang fucking you! They’ll make that pink hole open and sloppy wet with their AIDs and nasty STD dicks! Let me hear you say you want their dick!”

Stay tuned for Day 2 of the SE-DC Breeders Market- Philly Boys, Dwayne and Malcolm Return, and the Stealth Fuck

[AlwaysOpen]

Thanks man- another motivational story- on my way out now to gather some raw juices- took 2 loads this afternoon, but thats never enough. Love each chapter you put up- keep on feeding me --hope to see you during MAL 11-14 Jan 2013

[Party Cum Hole]

very hot.. thanks..

[whthole4u]

Day 2 SE-DC Breeders Market- The last thing I remember at the end of the first night at the SE-DC Breeders Market was hearing Lionel say, “The Philly Boys arrive tomorrow. They run all the crack and weed in Philly, but I plan to bring them into my network and before I am done they will be the bookend of our drug empire, with Norfolk/Richmond the other. Those Philly boys are freaky fuckers and it’s making me hard again thinking about them gang fucking you! We’ll get you good and high, and then they’ll make that pink hole open and sloppy wet with their AIDs and nasty STD dicks!”

“GET THE FUCK UP! We got work to do,” Lionel yelled as he pulled back the blackout drapes on the windows, cranked up the tunes, and yanked the blankets off me so that I was blasted with cold air from the chilly, DC morning. “What the hell man!” I said. “You better leave that edge off your voice right now,” Lionel said as he came around the bed and stood over me, “Remember, this is my crib, my rules. I know you feel like shit, but a little hair of the dog and all that and I have an assortment of the best drugs to get you up, going, and feeling like new. You know I am the best pharmacist in town. Plus I got some good breakfast shit cooked up.” I looked up at Lionel, his naked body was all the enticement I needed, but before I rolled over I reached back to touch my ass since it had taken quite the beating the night before.

Lionel laughed, “Don’t you worry, that pink hole of yours has tightened right back up. That cream shit Dr Mike came up with does wonders, but that shit you brought – hell – that stuff’s even way better. From Deacon right? I can only imagine what kind of damage he does when he fucks you. Now look what you done, got me all hard thinking about seeing you take the big man. He is big right? Would hate to think I am serving some little dicked bitch fucker.” Lionel turned to walk out and I said, “Hey wait, come back.” Lionel walked back over to the edge of the bed, his now dripping dick bouncing and asking for attention. I was more interested in something else as I ran my fingers over a new tattoo on his upper torso, just below his chest, soulja lover. “You like that?” Lionel asked, “It took you long enough to notice, although I guess since you were face down most of yesterday, this is really your first chance.” I sat up in the bed, pushed his dick to the side, leaned over, and gently kissed each letter before looking up and, “I think it’s perfect, and fits you. So soulja lover, want some fresh, tight, pink hole?” Lionel’s soulja cum left a wet spot on the leather chair as I shifted to grab another waffle. He was right, breakfast was good, his special drink was even better as he mixed in a little something extra to make me awake and ready for the day, but not too wired yet as he was right, there was business to take care of.

Once we finished, we sat on the couch, Lionel lit up a smoke and when I asked for a hit he shook his head and said, “No, too early for you. I’m used to this – like every day used to this – so you need to wait. Here, look at this.” Lionel handed me a black, leather binder that was embossed with gold letters on the front – COVENANT. When I opened it the first section included a schedule for the day with several meetings, followed by background on who we were meeting and why. These were all related to Covenant’s various legal businesses in the area and Lionel explained that no matter what, for some of the people you could never take the hood out of the man, so it was important for me to show them he had my full trust and confidence. I agreed and assured him I would make it clear to all them that they either were on board and would follow his lead and orders, or I would happily replace them. The next section was related to some of our other businesses, including drugs, and of course contained very little written information, just a few general bullets that Lionel used as launching points to give me a full run down on our distribution networks in the city and region, sales, problems, and more. “One of the reasons I think the Breeders Market will really help us on the business side as it provides a great way to provide a service no one else does, and gets our foot in the door to take care of whatever other needs folks may have,” Lionel said. “We need to secure other options for getting our drugs into the region. I don’t like trucks and the roads. Too many variables between here and the border or the West Coast. I think we need to come through the ports and with Baltimore and Norfolk so close, its’ perfect.”

The final section of the binder was marked XXX. I opened it and found a page with a man’s picture, well mug-shot actually, followed by some information:

Height: 5”8

Weight: 165

Dick: 8, very thick, uncut

Status: HIV unknown - long-term case of syphilis, never treated

Other: Homeless, total freak, for a little weed will do anything including shit and piss. Hangs out mostly by Union Station, good informer.

I looked at Lionel who explained, “I’ve started to build a catalog of folks who have different skill sets that I can call on when needed. This week, you get to be the first to order from the catalog for all the freaky dick you want!” Lionel laughed, hit his smoke, then continued, “Told you, I want to see you take as much dick as possible, and while we can find plenty walking around the Market, and I have some things already set up, you may find a few of interest in there too. So, I’m going to run downstairs, check on the crew, and will be back in a bit. Flip through the catalog, see what you like, make or list or shit, then I’ll have my guys arrange it.” I smiled, shook my head, Lionel got up, but before he left he handed me his smoke and said, “Hell, go ahead. Finish this off. Who knows, maybe I’ll come back with a surprise for you.” I was excited as I flipped through the catalog. Fuck, this was pretty wild. Lionel had a wide mix of guys for me to order from, but I also knew they all appealed to him too, at least the thought of watching them fuck and cum in me. I especially liked some of the descriptions that said, “head-board banger,” or “multiple cummer,” or “deep gut massager”. WOOF!

I had several names on the list, including some guys I had played with in the past and thought it would be fun to see them again. There were several new ones too, and I was looking forward to the rest of the week. I had just finished the last of Lionel’s smoke when he returned, followed by a guy who was bundled up in a winter coat, gloves, and hat. I was still naked, but made no attempt of trying to cover myself up. While I used to me shy and self-conscious, Dr Mike fucked that out of me! Lionel came over and said, “This is D. My man here is in charge of all warehouse operations. Incoming, outgoing, maintaining the trucks, you name it, he can fix or get it done. Ain’t that right man? I need to go shower and get changed to for our next meeting, why don’t you two get to know each other.” Lionel left us alone, I set the binder and my dick order down on the coffee table, while D pulled off his gloves, reached into his coat pocket and brought out a little baggy of milky white rocks. “It’s fucking cold out there today. You got a plate and shit? One of the drivers burned up one of my engines, and with all that’s happening this week, the bay I need to fix it in is being used for other shit, so have had to work on it out in the back lot.” I brought the plate over as he continued to unload his pocket, spoon, razor blade, short straw. He continued talking as he dumped some of the rocks onto the plate, began crushing them with the spoon and cutting them with the razor. “No offense man, I mean about, what I said. I, just, well anyways, shit now I’m hot.” D stood up, took of his coat and a few more layers, before sitting back down. “Lionel’s my boy, you know? He’s been good to me, and you too. I know we’re keeping who you are on the DL and I get that, so don’t worry. That Uncle Jack was a piece of shit. Anyways, wanted to thank you. Life’s been kind of fucked up for me the past few years. Did some time, wife cheated on me then kicked me out, lost my place, my family are assholes, but Lionel, Lionel was there for me. Helped me as he could. Then he told me about a chance here, told me you were good people, a good man to work for. So thank you.” D held out his hand for me to shake, and I was touched and appreciated what he said. It was then I suddenly felt a little awkward sitting there naked.

“You done crystal before? Yeah? I know most brothas around here like snow or other shit, but me, whoa, me I like this high better. Makes everything clear, I can think, everything is just more intense and not muddled and fucked up in my mind like when I do snow and stuff. Here, tell me what you think,” D said as he handed me the plate. FUCK THAT SHIT BURNS! Wow, he was right, that was good stuff. D took the plate, did a couple lines, leered at me with a wicked grin, and said, “Lionel also said there may be another way I could thank you, one that you might also appreciate if you would let me?” I just shook my head as D stood up, slowly undid his belt, let his pants drop, and stood there with his white briefs straining to hold what looked to be a very big dick. I reached out to pull his briefs down when he cuffed my hands away. “Spit it up, get it wet, show me how much you want to see it, worship it,” D said in a quit voice, like we were suddenly in church.

I sat up on the edge of the couch, D stood between my spread legs, and without touching him I put my face in his crotch and began licking at the outline of his dick. My tongue quickly dried out as I licked on his cotton briefs, but I kept the spit flowing and soon had a nice wet outline of his now growing dick. I then leaned back slightly and let a gob of spit fly onto on his briefs, then worked it out and around with my mouth, which really turned him on. “Get nasty,” D said, “Worship that dick.” I placed my mouth over the wet, cotton-covered head of his dick and blew, my warm breath making D squirm. D reached down, latched a finger on each side of his briefs and pushed them down, setting his big dick free. Unlike Lionel, D was pretty hairy. His dick was a good length, but it was the thickness that made my eyes go wide. Oh yeah! “Get it wet,” D said, so I spit onto his dick, and licked him up and down getting it nice and sloppy wet. When his dick was dripping in spit he reached down, swiped two fingers on the plate, then wiped the crystal onto his dick, making it sparkle like a Christmas ornament. “Stand up and bend over,” D said while he wiped his finger across the plate again. I knew what was coming so I spit on my fingers, shoved them into my ass, then pulled my cheeks apart so D could get at my glistening hole. D roughly shoved his crystal-coated fingers into my ass, making my hips buck as the burn in my ass gave me a little taste, making me hungry for more. I then licked his fingers clean for him, bent back over and said, “Let’s see how thankful you really are man.” D immediately pushed his drug dick into my raw ass, giving me a third degree burn as the crystal tore at my guts and the high made me beg for him to go balls deep. “Fuck me! Please stick it all the way in. Please fuck me!” I begged. “You like it nasty?” D asked, “You ready to take all this meet and get attacked by some good dick? Most can’t, most beg me to stop. You want me to stop? Or you want me to dick you down like this!” My breath caught as D gave me exactly what I asked for, big, raw, nasty dick deep in my ass. The burning in my guts spread and I continued to beg for more while holding onto the couch to steady myself as D spread my hole wide, pushing the crystal deeper and deeper. Far too soon D was pounding me faster, “This hole was made to be fucked like this! Just made for it! God DAMN! Take this fucking nutt!!!!!!!!” D continued to pound deep and hard as stream after stream his cum soothed my burning guts.

I was on my knees and licking D’s dick clean when he said, “Fuck man, I enjoyed that. Anytime you want to hang, just come see me. I would love to climb up on you in the back of one our trucks and take my time. Better yet, get you back to my place and see how nasty you can be!” I licked my lips clean, then cleaned the plate, stood up and said, “I would enjoy that man. I really would. I’m going to add you to the list so Lionel can make sure you and I get some more time together.” D smiled, put his coat back on, and left. I then went to find Lionel and found him in his bedroom, lying on his bed, his dick rock hard and a pool of precum glistening on his stomach. The TV was showing a picture of his living room from two different angles. “Fuck, that was a hot little show bitch! No way was I going to miss watching, and I told you, got this whole building wired, so I don’t miss ANY of the action. Come climb up here, that’s it, just position your cummy hole over my dick. Good. You want some more?”

I was laying on the bed, my ass leaking cum as I took two fingers, ran them along my crack, and brought them to my mouth to taste the hot mix left by Lionel and D. I had not even left the suite yet and had three loads in my ass, damn this was going to be a good day. Lionel walked into the bedroom with a tray, set it on the bed and said, “You ready to get fucked up? I got some new shit I want you to try and time to make you a slut as the Philly boys called and will be here early, so our other meetings will have to wait. You ready to be violated by some Brotherly Love?”

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